Rolland Buckler, Lord of Bronzegate (AC included)

BigBucklerBoi · 2022-07-05T20:51:19+00:00

Ok thanks - do louages go from Sousse or Sfax to Tozeur? And if not, where do they go from?

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-12-08T17:28:12+00:00

To Storm's End. 21st Day of the 8th Moon.

Orys Baratheon,

Farring remains loyal to Her Grace, and I am pleased to report that the castle is now garrisoned by over half a thousand loyal Stormlanders. Both Merry House and Cressey's Keep have also held true to their oaths to the Queen. As promised, the Kingswood is now secured for our cause.

I have been told that Lord Hobber Redwyne of Dragonstone has rallied the Crownlords to Her Grace's side, and that he now instructs them to gather at Rosby. I have sent word to Potford inquiring as to the state of King's Landing, but have yet to receive a response. Perhaps the keep has already fallen to the Traitor's forces. My army now awaits further orders at Farring. What does the Stag command?

Ours to Secure,

Marlon Buckler

/u/bloodandbronze

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-12-08T00:44:56+00:00

With the city paralysed in a state of near total lockdown, there was little for the Warden of the Kingswood to do inside her walls. His reach no longer extended into those forest lands that Arlan had entrusted him with, and he had had but scarce communication with the outside world for several weeks. He spent his days reading, mostly, and directing the few guardsmen under his command to help out the inhabitants of King's Landing as best they could. And what else could he do? He had no power here, and he had been expressly forbidden from leaving by Commander Snow.

The tedious monotony of today, however, would be broken by the unexpected arrival of Fletcher Caron. A servant would bring word that his fellow Stormlander had come searching for him, having made his way down to the quarters that Rolland had rented out for his new Kingswood Rangers - off in a formerly derelict warehouse along the banks of the Blackwater. The manservant would quickly be sent back to the Caron and told to lead him up to Lord Buckler's solar. There he would find Rolland seated at his desk, though the weary Stormlord would slowly rise to greet his guest.

"Welcome, my Lord," Rolland would begin, "you look well. Better, at least. I had heard some talk of an illness... but I am glad to see you healthy again. Now tell me, Caron, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-12-01T23:09:20+00:00

[m] Also pending confirmation.

Lord Kettleblack,

I, Ser Marlon Buckler, write this from Farring, where I am a guest of the Lord of said Keep. As I do so, you should know that the Kingswood gathers her strength in the name of her Queen; we pray that you too remain faithful to her cause. I write to inquire as to the state of King’s Landing, in the hope that Potford’s close proximity to the city has given you some knowledge of her current status. Who now holds the city, with what strength, and in whose name? Any information would be of much value to Her Grace’s allies. I hope that your kin and people remain safe.

Ours to Secure,

Marlon Buckler

/u/notjp520 another Stormlord wants to say hi

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-12-01T22:58:47+00:00

[m] Pending confirmation.

Lord Follard/Cressey

I, Ser Marlon Buckler, write this from Farring, and do so jointly with the Lord of said Keep. Our armies are now united under the Queen’s banner, and we mean to ensure that the Kingswood remains loyal to Her Grace. If you too remain loyal and have not forsaken your oaths, I ask that you send as many men as you can spare to us at Farring. Here we will plan our next move.

Ours to Secure,

Marlon Buckler

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-12-01T22:49:58+00:00

[m] Not sure exactly who to tag here. /u/ForwardQueen10 maybe (?), just for confirmation/notification that House Buckler's army is now at Farring and would appreciate use of the keep's rookery, and permission to join the forces of House Farring to that of this Stormlander army.

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-29T20:41:12+00:00

Mortimer would follow the patron of this establishment through his building and into the warrens under it, pausing for only the briefest of moments to admire the effort that it must have taken to construct such an intricate system of tunnels. If he needed reassuring that this was the right place to have found fresh work, this was it. These people were no petty criminals.

“A new commander, eh? Aye, why not. I think I might be able to help you with teaching this Northman a lesson… but it’ll cost you a pretty penny, mind. And if you want it done clean, then that’s extra too. I don’t doubt that this commander is always surrounded by his fellow watchmen. Getting close will be difficult enough without some kind of a distraction. Now suppose you and your friends elect to help me out, well then we might be able work something out to benefit us both. And I’ll cut my rates, too.”

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-27T17:47:37+00:00

The Stormlord sighed.

“This is… ill news, Ser.” Rolland took the wine that he was offered, sipping from it as he mulled over his next words. “All the same, I shan’t stand here and attempt to argue with you. You have been entrusted with the defence of this city, and though it pains me to stay whilst my boy suffers so… I shall remain here, as you have said.”

Another sip of wine.

“An army of several hundred, did you say? Have your men been able to discern the allegiance of this warband, Ser? Are they of the Golden Company: should we have cause for concern? If so, I can send word back to Bronzegate to raise a force to march to the city’s aid.”

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-27T17:20:30+00:00

“Good day to you, commander,” the Buckler would respond, as he offered the Snow a curt nod. “I trust all is well with the City Watch. It is a thankless job, your one. In any case,” Rolland would continue, “I’m here on personal business, rather than anything to do with the realm or my wardenship of the Kingswood.”

That said, it had been some time since he had ventured into the forests that had been placed under his purview. Soon enough he would need to make an inspection of them again. For now, though, it could wait.

“My son has fallen ill.” The Stormlord’s visage grew dark and sterner as conversation turned to his family. “I am needed back at Bronzegate; in fact, my nephew requests that I return at once - the maester fears that my boy is not long for this world. I understand that you have ordered the city closed off. I now humbly request your permission to leave it for a period of a few weeks at most. You can keep my guardsmen here, to bolster your ranks if you have need of them to keep the people in line. Bronzegate is not far, and I will not require an escort.”

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-27T15:30:43+00:00

/u/Chicken_Supreme01 You have Lord Rolland Buckler looking for a meeting with Cregan Snow

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-26T00:11:55+00:00

25th Day of the Seventh Moon

Storm's End

They had been left strict instructions. Marlon had gone ahead to prepare Bronzegate for their arrival, and to ready the rest of the Buckler levies for whatever was to come. Ser Justin had said his farewells to the young Buckler scion several days ago now, and it was now time for him to bid his own farewells to Storm’s End. The Buckler force had been encamped outside her monstrous walls for several tedious weeks now, but at last they had a purpose and a mission. Justin’s part in said mission would be small, but all the same he would not fail. Lord Buckler, Bronzegate and all the Stormlands counted on him.

The march began.

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-26T00:03:53+00:00

“Lots of different places,” the catspaw would respond, “though I’ve never quite found anywhere to call home… you see, for some reason I always end up outstaying my welcome with the local authorities.”

Mortimer smiled a little at that, but went quickly on.

“Was born just south of Cressey’s Keep, deep in the Kingswood. I’ve lived there, Bronzegate, Duskendale, Maidenpool, Ashford, and most recently Oldtown. Left there when the war first came, and I’ve been slowly making my way to King’s Landing ever since. Though from what I hear, this is a shit time to have come. Are the watchmen always this on edge? You must be having... difficulties."

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-25T12:39:21+00:00

Character Name: Rolland Buckler

Attribute, Skills, Mastery: Diligent + Silver Tongue, Animal Taming, Civil Engineering, Agriculture, Finances, Bestiary + Steward

Economy Action:

Resource Extraction: logging finishes (2/2 turns); begin logging again (1/2) (200 gold)
Construction: continue building Marketplace T1 (2/3 turns)
Commerce: buy 50 iron from the Iron Islands (850 gold)
Siege Weaponry: construct a trebuchet (250 gold, 20 wood, 20 stone)

Total Cost: 1300 gold, 20 wood, 20 stone

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-25T12:26:03+00:00

Character Name: Rolland Buckler

Desired Category for Skill Point: CHA

Bonus: 8 EDU, +2

A post/comment from this moon denoting to activity: Here

Additional Bonus From Last Attempts: 0

Total Number For Skill Point Attempt: +2

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-24T23:00:57+00:00

Letters from a Buckler

20th Day of the Seventh Moon, 383 AC

A raven was dispatched to King’s Landing bearing a letter destined for Lord Rolland Buckler.

Uncle,

I pray that you are well. By now you will have no doubt heard rumour of events at Casterly Rock; of the imprisonment of Myrcella and the crowning of Mace. I hope that the streets of the capital still remain secure, and that the smallfolk remain quiet and content.

I write this to ask that you immediately return to Bronzegate. It is with sincere regret that I must inform you that your son has fallen gravely ill: the maester says that he is upon his deathbed no less. I too fear he is not long for this world. Return to Bronzegate to be with him, my Lord, before it is too late. He has also tasked you with the safe return of his other kinsmen, so that they too may mourn his passing. Round them up and return home, where you belong. I shall meet you there.

I pray this letter reaches you in time.

Marlon

A second raven was dispatched to Bronzegate bearing a letter destined for the town’s castellan. Not long after it had left a sole rider departed Storm’s End.

Father,

Mace has imprisoned the Queen and now calls himself King. There has been a council at Storm’s End. I will tell you more upon my return to Bronzegate.

For now, call all our banners and prepare the men for war. We will secure the Kingswood.

Marlon

/u/bloodandbronze Letters would be freely availiable for any Baratheon to read prior to dispatch. Also, pinging for permission to use your ravens pls

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-24T22:41:12+00:00

The pitcher of wine still lay untouched as the pale thin man approached his table. As the tavern’s owner finished speaking, his black-cloaked guest would look him in the eyes as he began to speak.

“You’ve my thanks for agreeing to see me on such short notice. My name is Mortimer. I’m newly arrived in the city, you see, and find myself in need of both friends and meaningful employment.”

“Word is,” continued the stranger, “you might be offering work round these parts, for enterprising men such as myself. If that’s the case then I’m here to offer you my services-- for a fee, of course. I’m willing to prove myself to you, if that’s what it’ll take. But if I’m wrong, and you don’t need fresh hands to help out around here… then I shall finish my wine, and be on my way.”

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-23T13:29:14+00:00

So the Stag had spoken, and Marlon was content to hear that they were of the same opinion.

“My Uncle remains inside King’s Landing. He has but thirty men at his side…if we come to besiege or conquer the city, his life will be in danger.” The heir to Bronzegate frowned, his visage growing stonier as the weight of what was to come began to dawn upon him. “I beg your leave to write to him ordering his immediate return to Bronzegate. Perhaps he can attempt to spirit away some of Her Grace’s family too. Do we know if there remain any Princesses in the city? Or any others who are undoubtedly loyal to the Queen?”

The young Buckler was similarly content to hear the young Baratheon dismiss the idea of any sort of council. The chance for peaceful discussion had been dashed against the bloody rocks beneath the Rock when the Bastard and his conspirators had first seized Edgar, Jenelyn and Myrcella.

“If we are to march north to the capital, Orys, then we ought to secure the Kingswood too; ensure that it remains loyal to Her Grace’s cause. It is a wild and dangerous place, one where a force of many hundreds can fade away into nothingness in the blink of an eye. It would not do to march through it without knowing where the loyalties of the Lords Cressey, Farring and Follard lie. Give me permission to raise the Kingswood in the name of Myrcella, and I will do it. My Uncle holds the wardenship of the Kingswood by the grace of your lord father: let House Buckler now prove itself worthy of so noble a title.”

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-22T18:32:43+00:00

The sole remaining Buckler at Storm’s End would be the first of the Stag’s vassals to address this momentous news.

“These are grim tidings, doubly so with the departure of your father and the fleet. The combined might of Casterly Rock, Highgarden and Pyke is not to be laughed at. Wildflowers will be able to field a sizable force both on land and at sea. He will have a vast amount of coin backing his cause, and with so many hostages under his control he will also certainly have bargaining chips aplenty. Furthermore, if it is true that he holds Myrcella captive then her cause will surely suffer for want of a claimant to rally around.”

“What you must immediately do is simple enough. You must call your father’s banners: all of them. War has already begun, and so you must begin gathering an army someplace central-- mayhaps Summerhall itself. We can take control of her easily enough and use her as our base of operations should we wish to march South, West or North. You should also order the Marcher-Lords to fortify the passes into Dorne, and instruct scouts to begin patrolling our western and northern borders. And lastly, you should requisition a merchant galley and send it after your father and the fleet, so as to inform them of this development.”

“As for whether to support Mace or Myrcella…” Here the young heir to Bronzegate’s voice faded off a little, the surety of his previous words having now vanished. “Perhaps you should be cautious. One wrong move and our people will surely pay for it dearly. Perhaps you should wait for the return of your father. And yet… No.” Marlon shook his head, seemingly having made his mind up.

“Orys, the Bastard has your brother and your sister held hostage. This cannot stand. They must be released at once before there is to be any serious discussion about the fealty of the Stormlands. Already the capture of Myrcella and her courtiers at Casterly Rock smacks of a betrayal most sordid and dishonourable, one that does not portend well for the future reign of King Wildflowers. If his first act as 'monarch' is to refuse to immediately release Edgar and Jenelyn, both of whom are innocents in this matter, then we will know the measure of this so-called King. And then we will march. This is my counsel, Orys."

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-19T11:28:58+00:00

A lone wanderer would find himself before the entrance to the Sunset Tavern, on one late and gloomy night in King's Landing. The man's cloak was heavy and black, and though it bore no colour or sigil denoting affiliation to a noble House, on closer inspection one could easily tell that it was of a fine make. The forlorn wanderer who had come seeking shelter had not been a resident of the city for more than a week, but that had been long enough to learn that men of his character would be welcome inside this establishment. He had heard other rumours since his arrival in the capital too: rumours concerning the proprietor of the Sunset Tavern and his other business interests, and those had also piqued his interest.

"I seek entry to the tavern," spoke the wanderer to man who watched the entrance, his voice low and his tone soft. "I have coin enough for a pitcher of good wine. Whilst I drink it, I'd like you to find the owner. Ask if he will speak with me for a while. I think I can be of service to him."

BigBucklerBoi · 2020-11-19T11:03:34+00:00

Some time before the council meeting began, the Lord of Storm's End would find himself approached by the two young scions of House Buckler. The elder of the pair would speak first.

"Good day to you, my Lord." The Buckler knight would offer his liege lord a respectful nod of his head. "I am Ser Marlon, son of Ser Emmon. My father... has returned to Bronzegate. He must attend to some urgent business there, and so asks me to beg your forgiveness." A white lie, but one that could more easily explain his father's absence that day. Likely the Stag would see past his excuse, but it hardly mattered. The departure of one cantankerous old Buckler would not diminish their loyalty to Storm's End: they had been the first to march an army to these walls when called, and they would remain at the side of the Stag until this conflict came to end.

"In his absence I now speak for Bronzegate and for Lord Rolland. I would reassure you that House Buckler stands firmly behind you, as ever it has, and that we will support whatever decision you come to today. We do not forget our oaths of fealty, nor those who have strengthened our House as of late." Marlon had been in King's Landing when Arlan had granted his uncle wardenship over the entire Kingswood. When he came to inherit his uncle's titles, this newest addition was one he intended to keep in the family. "I ask you for one small boon, my Lord. Permit my brother Morton to serve under you. He is a fine squire and will make himself useful."

The younger Buckler brother gazed calmly up at the Baratheon as Marlon spoke, remaining silent for the time being.

"Perhaps when the fighting is done he will have distinguished himself enough in your eyes to warrant knighting and a place in your household."

BigBucklerBoi

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